Spidey was not one for pointless fighting, however with the weather so dreary in the Ruins, the odd temperature seemed to turn his aggressive mode on high. The sky was black, and each step either equine took was echoed by the sounds of crushing gravel. A feeling of consulting with another would have eased Spideys mind, he had no idea about Helios. Helios, on the other hand, had a vast amount of consulting thanks to his wretched axian Octavia. If she remained put, Spidey stood a chance over this frail Arabian. Comparison was in order, only to boost the feeling of confidence. Helios was small, petite, compact. His Arabian like features were an obvious downside to fights, especially against an Andalusian with Frisian muscles. He only had his father to thank for his strong muscular structure chiseled and perfected by his mothers Andalusian looks, quite the stud he turned out to be.
Spidey watched the quick and careful moving Arabian. His eyes locked on the target preparing to come at him. Spidey may be fast for his size, however young Arabians are known for their stamina. Right now, voters would have been on Helios, though, people do not win big off of popular bets. His move was expected, but quick enough that Spidey barely had time to respond. Spidey was a long horse with an outstanding back that created an incredible long stride, therefore from his shoulder to his rump, measured at a close six feet. Feeling obligated to do some sort of movement, his black tail swished as if motivating his hind end to leap. Seeing Helios bounce onto his hooves cause a delay in Spideys mind, only giving Spidey around one second to really move. He was a tad late, feeling the clip of bone against his hock. For a second, after his landing only an inch from where he had just been, he felt nothing. Then like a grenade, his right hock began to throb. Anger swelled within his pulsing blood, the adrenaline rushing and coursing through his veins like wild fire. There was a pain like no other, Spidey was not dumb, he knew the consequences would put a dampen on his movement. That did not mean however, this fight was over.
Spidey spun on his hocks at exactly a ninety degree angle, his back hooves lurching off the gravel and crushing stone like it was powder. His body surged with piss and vinegar, his front shoudlers giving momentum to move ahead. His stride was long and powerful, his muscles working against gravity, if only he could fly. As he rounded a tight turn, facing his target head on. There were many vital parts of a horse, head, legs, ribs, hips, however Spidey had another idea. There was so much needed in the precious built structure in the neck of a horse. How they needed to turn their heads to see danger, lower it to graze, and move it to proceed forward. Helios would surely have a rough time getting around with a severely damaged neck, perhaps he would not be able to get around at all. Perhaps, by then, Spidey wouldn't have only one the battle, but taken a life. His head bowed, knowing the reactions of any equine. Helios would think Spidey was after his back heels, and with any luck, would swivel his hind end away. This was by far the only chance Spidey had of getting concrete action on his fragile chiseled Arabian neck. Three seconds before contact, Spidey tossed his head up in alarm, his whole body freezing like a TV remote hitting pause. His coat black and contrasting against Helios's golden complexion. His front legs lifted off the ground, letting his back legs swivel towards his target. Once fully turned, his rump inches from Helios, he bowed his head and surged ahead. Without thinking, his hind legs stretched out as far as they could. His head bobbing for extra power, and the distance he had managed to squeeze ahead with only adding to the powerful and damaging hind legs he had. With any luck, a severe neck damage would cause extreme pain and agony, as well as slow movement for the course of its healing time. With a lot more luck and horseshoes shoved up Spideys rump, Helios would find himself unable to bow down to drink, or eat, and would eventually die.
Spidey had little and almost no time to react to Helios and his flying upward hop. It almost made Spidey laugh, his fake attempt to look intimidating odd and amusing. However, Helios was not to be taken as a laughing matter. Watching as this Arabian bounced about into a crow hop manner, Spidey took time to figure out his options. Really, running or fleeing was not an option. He could jump to the side, into Helios, behind, or ahead. There was no where to run, aside from out of this battle. He saw Helios, and instantly knew what was coming. Hips, hips, hips, hips. There was no time to react, he had to move clear. Though, thinking took up far too much time and now Spidey had wasted his precious moments spent on what to do. Helios cracked down onto Spideys left hip like missile. His whinny carried out in pain, his head swiveling to the side for balance. This only meant one thing, he had to act fast. Helios had to endure the pain Spidey had felt for far too long. Whether this meant break his face, or his rib cage, this was about to end.
Spidey lunged forward and spun quickly on his hocks, there was only seconds before Helios would recover and know what to do. Therefore, time was short. Spidey raged ahead, his front hooves clicking against the stone floor like a lady in high heels. His teeth gashed open like a piranha seeing a snack. There was no telling what would come of this last attack, but the bitter sweet satisfaction of inflicting pain cured Spidey and his doubts. His legs hammered against the ground like readying to rear. By acting like he was about to rise up, Helios would then toss his head up in frantic attempt to remain with Spidey. Every horse had these instincts, these reactions that were uncontrollable by nature. This would only buy time for Spidey to execute his maneuver. His head went up, at the last minute dodging out of his fake attack and sending his teeth flying towards Helios and his precious eye. Every horse needed to see, which meant Helios would have an awful time trying to get around Avenion without an eye. His teeth crashing, just one bit, one rip, one inflict of pain would make Spidey rest in peace. If his attack was spot on, Helios would suffer a blind eye, or no eye at all. If Spideys attack was a failure, then Helios would only have a scratched and quite watery eye, with most likely some blood around his eye socket where his teeth would have connected with. Either way, the permanent scarring was satisfying. His tail swished and his body ached from the battle now almost at a finish.